katrina

i am drowning here,

lost five thousand miles from

the closest bar of sand

that i could find to stand on

and its all grainy

with water underneath

i know i am sinking,

and you sit there

watching,

all like an island

unto yourself

about yourself

thinking i am just

another one of the many

dumb girls whom you have

convinced will be something

more than -

a means to an end

a way for you to

get what you want &

inflict what has been inflicted

on you to someone that

you are supposed to care about

you were a karmic debt

you were a cloudy day with

a ray of sunlight and a bit of

hope

but now you are nothing

other than a raging storm

who stabs at the trees

breaking them with no concern

about the forest

or with any feelings

about the creatures

who call it home

you are an island

nothing but sand

you stick to me but i can

wash you off, brush you off,

swim away from you &

find a place far away from this

that will really feel like home

& then you will know

that every woman,

is a storm.